Clap, clap, clap,
clap, clap, clap
palms clapping sharp,
shredding the night’s fabric.
Lash! Yellow light flash,
a guitar first burst.
The accords wild, loud –
rough, primal and violent.
Flash! The night’s first dance –
A woman’s mad trance.
A crimson gown long –
Flying in wild fire.
Her legs fly high,
her hands clap sharp.
The music’s her fight,
her torment, her life and her lover.
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